Wired Writer

Taco, Burrito, Something's Coming Out Your Speedo...

S., the computer techie and all around Windows wizard for my workplace, bent over the other day to search for a dropped disk. Being not of slender build, S.'s pants don't always sport that snug fit. As he stooped, a vertical smile bigger than the crack of dawn suddenly graced our office scenery.

My co-worker G. and I, standing on the other side of the front counter with our coffee cups, were mometarily stunned. Then we both turned around, eyes wide and mouths covered, trying hard not to snigger. S. is really a lovely guy even if he is apparently without a good belt or a decent pair of suspenders; and we, after all, would be quite the jackasses if we offended THE one man whose voodoo fixes our computers.

S., unaware of the sudden abundance of his skin showing on his backside and apparently not sensitive to the cool office air blowing across it, rooted around in the dark areas under the desk in a leisurely manner. My other co-worker, C., a 50-something medical professional, came round the corner and beheld the shining pale glory before all of us with first a startled, then bemused, look.

She slowly turned back around, and cast a glance our way as she walked out of the room. She was singing, barely audible.

G. and I leaned forward, straining to hear her as she passed:

"Taco, burrito, what's that coming out your Speedo? Problems, you've got problems!"

G., biting her lip in an effort to cover her laugh, starting humming. Which was fine, except she began humming the tune "Blue Moon" and then succumbed to the urge to walk quickly out of the room, too.

S. was oblivous to it all. He straightened up from his impromptu expose to find just me, all alone on the other side of the counter, red-faced with coffee dribbling down the nose and chin.

He looked at me, curious.

I smiled apologetically as I blotted my face and shirt with a Kleenex.

"I guess you need to switch to decaf in that cup of yours,"he remarked.

No, S., I thought to myself, Not decaf.

More like Bailey's.

posted by A.M.Adams @ 10/01/2005 10:02:00 PM